The lonely foodie

Mo Bai really thought about it carefully, and answered seriously, "No, why did you hit me?"

Ivan was amused by his serious appearance, "Why did you not know why you hit you? Talking about people in the people's shop..."

The fat lady came out, and it was her tonnage. Whenever she moved, the floor would shake three times. Ivan shut his mouth wisely when he heard the movement.

To complain, Mo Bai still ate all the dishes, and even the half of the cake that Ivan couldn't eat was taken by him and ate.

After paying the bill and walking outside, Ivan said he was going home to make up for sleepiness, Mo Bai watched him disappear at the end of the boulevard, and then walked back to the porridge shop.

Seeing him coming back, Fat Sister leaned on the door frame and greeted him with a smile, "What? Forgot something?"

Mo Bai shook his head with a smile, stopped not too far away, and asked, "You just said that there is not enough manpower, but you still need to recruit workers?"

The fat lady restrained her smile, and waved her chubby arms at him, "No tricks, no tricks, just kidding."

"I don't want wages." Mo Bai said, "It's just for stuttering."

Fat Sister was stunned, and looked him up and down, except that he was dressed a little strangely, he didn't look like he was out of his mind.

"Really?" Fat Sister asked.

Mobai nodded.

"Then do you eat a lot?"

...

"Not much, I can eat less."

Fat sister crossed her arms, and began to wonder with her not very bright brain whether the person opposite would play her.

"Then you can't dress like this." The fat lady said, "I'll find you my husband's old clothes and you can change into them first. How about going to work this afternoon? Try it for three days first."

"That's the best, please madam."

It was the first time someone spoke to her so politely, the fat sister covered her mouth and laughed, shaking the door frame so that it was about to collapse.

Fat sister's husband is shorter than Mobai, she found a pair of old gray cotton sweatpants, the waist was a little too big, and she didn't know where to find a piece of shoelace to tie Mobai around her waist, but the trouser legs were still short a bit.

The upper body is an old T-shirt, which looks like it has been around for a while, but it was washed orange into the most popular distressed orange pink nowadays.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, there was no business in the store, and several owners of the snack street gathered in the small cubicle in the fat sister's porridge shop to play mahjong.

Fat sister's cousin Lao Qi is the boss of Qixing Malatang, which is the innermost house in a row.

The business of Qixing Malatang is booming. With a scale of 500 square meters, it is considered a big shop in the snack street. The sense of superiority is at work, and the old seven often speaks with a bit of momentum.

Qu Mo's white hair grows down to his chin, an old T-shirt is paired with cropped sweatpants, and his pair of mille-soled cloth shoes are still on his feet. Even this sharp brother's appearance can't save his godly looks.

With half a cigarette butt in his mouth, Lao Qi raised his chin to the outside, and asked the fat lady sitting opposite him, "What is this thing?"

The fat lady slapped the cigarette butt out of his mouth, "Don't let me smoke here, how bad is it for the guests to see?" After finishing speaking, a mysterious smile appeared on her lips, and she looked around at the people on the table, "Myself The clerk who came to the door, guess what? You don’t need wages, just say that you stutter, the key is to say that you don’t eat much, do you think this is fun?”

"Fart!" Lao Qi spit out the cigarette butt on the ground, and stretched out his feet wearing NB shoes to crush the sparks, "Fucking fart, in the current market, there is no way to hire a waiter for every two or three thousand a month, don't worry about it!" What's wrong with people?"

"What can you do?" Fat sister played a red card, and Liu Ji Xiaochao's proprietress touched it, "It's just my shop, so it's possible that he still came to steal the secret recipe?"

This made Lao Qi laugh, "If you had a secret recipe, you wouldn't make such unpalatable cakes."

"Fuck you." Fat sister kicked Lao Qi under the table.

When Fat Sister and the others were talking, Liu Ji Xiaochao's proprietress kept looking outside, and saw Qu Mobai sweeping the floor and walking towards this side, half of her face turned red suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Fat Sister touched a piece of Wutiao that had just been typed out, frowning, her face full of displeasure.

Mo Bai stood by the table with his hands down, "The floor is stained with oil, do you have any chaku powder at home? It can be used to mop the floor and remove the oil."

"What?" Fat Sister raised her two eyebrows like earthworms, "Tea what?"

"Tea dry powder."

Fat sister just typed out two five-note cards, and immediately came up with a six-note card. Her little eyebrows were almost twisted into kelp knots. She was in the mood to care about tea or powder. She waved at Mo Bai impatiently, " Without that thing, which restaurant doesn’t have some oil on the floor? If you want to mop it, go to the kitchen to get dish soap.”

...

Mo Bai confronted her silently.

First, tea dry powder is not a thing. After the edible tea oil in tea seeds is squeezed out, the remaining pomace is used to grind tea seed powder. It has a strong ability to remove oil stains and can be used to clean oil stains in restaurants.

Second, the tables and chairs in the restaurant should not be stained with oil, this is the family rule of the Qu family.

Third, what is dish soap?

This scene made Lao Qi laugh, he stretched out his hand to pick off the hair tie of Mrs. Liu Ji's hair, stood on tiptoe, longed Long Mo's white hair, and tied a soaring braid on top of his head.

"It's not hygienic for those who are engaged in catering. It's better to tie it up." Lao Qi said, "Go out and do your work. Add some dish soap to the water to wash off the oil stains on the floor."

When Mo Bai turned around and went out, the people who were playing mahjong on the table were rocking with laughter.

Lao Qi laughed especially hard, "Sister, what kind of treasure did you pick up?"

"Go, go, go." The fat lady rolled his eyes at him angrily, "It doesn't cost money, it's good if you know how to work, how smart do you expect him to be?"

"Yes." Mrs. Liu Ji sighed, "If you have a normal head, who can do such a thing?"

It's a pity for that face, she said in her heart.

Mo Bai found detergent by the sink. The transparent slime was packed in a beautiful blue bottle. Lao Qi said that this thing mixed with water can remove oil stains, but...how much is it suitable?

Mix half a bottle of dishwashing liquid with half a bucket of water, rub the towel a few times, rich foam overflows from the bucket, and Mo Bai is shocked.

He wiped the floor with a towel soaked in bubble water, and the oil stains on the floor immediately dissolved, revealing a smooth white tiled floor.

After the floor of the front hall was completely covered with bubble water, Mo Bai was both happy and helpless.

I am delighted that the dish soap is so powerful, but what is helpless is that now, at this moment, the floor is too slippery.

Mo Bai didn't know that the steps he was walking on the floor at this moment were exactly the same as the dance steps of an American superstar Michael Jackson a hundred years later.

"Hey..." Lao Qi secretly raised a corner of the door curtain, "Look, what is he doing?"

"Hurry up, do you want Batong?" The fat sister interrupted him, frowning, "What's so interesting about mopping the floor."

Fat sister felt quite shameless, and it should be spread all over Shida Food Street tomorrow. Her fat sister was greedy for petty gains and brought back a psychopath.

Fat sister planned to send this crazy person away when Lao Qi and the others left.

Mo Bai fetched five buckets of water to clean the detergent on the floor, and finally wiped off the water stains on the floor with a dry towel. The white tiles showed their original appearance for the first time.

After the floor was cleaned, he took a brush dipped in detergent water and carefully brushed the oil stains on the dining table. After the oil stains mixed with the detergent and turned into a puddle of sewage, he wiped it off with a clean rag.

After doing this several times, the dirt on the table was cleaned, revealing the yellow-brown wood grain.

Fat sister and Lao Qi played mahjong all afternoon. When they walked out of the room, she rubbed her astringent eyes.

Lao Qi also rubbed his eyes a few times, "I'll go, sister, the floor of your shop is white? I always thought it was gray."

The fat sister said, "Get out!" Then she was also stunned. She always thought that the tabletop in her house was gray-brown, but it turned out to be yellow-brown.

...

Fat sister didn't let Mo Bai do the kitchen work today, she felt that Mo Bai had a talent for cleaning, so she asked him to clean the inside and outside.

When Fat Sister was doing things, Mo Bai memorized the process in his heart.

The rice for making porridge and the noodles for making cakes are placed in bags under the stove, mung beans and pumpkins are placed in the cabinet on the left side of the door, and vegetables such as shallots and cabbage are placed in a large cold cabinet...

You don't need firewood to start a fire, just turn a button on the stove and a flame will come out.

On his head was a small antennae-like tuft, but Mo Bai's heart was desolate. He had just passed through that era when starvation was everywhere, and the modern civilization made him feel a little overwhelmed.

When Ivan woke up, he looked out through the narrow window of the rented house. The setting sun had already sunk down on the surface of Bihu Lake, and Ivan also felt desolate in his heart.

Waking up at the dusk of Jiang Ye Wei Ye, surrounded by the sound of doors opening and closing, and the pungent smell of chili fried meat, and he was curled up in a dark color alone. It took a long time to get used to it, but I couldn't get used to it.

After dark, Ivan finally got out of bed, took a shower with cold water, and prepared to go to the snack street to find some cheap food, and then return to his old place—an Internet cafe.

Ivan called going to the Internet cafe "back to the Internet cafe".

A group of half-sized children, the dim light, and the smell of instant noodles in the air all made him feel safe, a sense of safety that no one would notice.

But today he suddenly felt completely boring. Playing games, dawdling, eating cheap and greasy scallion pancakes, living in a cheap rental house without soundproofing, this kind of life is boring, boring at all.